Sumer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu!
Or, more locally, the mockingbirds, robins, house sparrows, and cardinals. Mulberries are ripening, too, and we sampled some off a tree on Fulton yesterday, figuring that the rains were keeping the toxins down.
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."